Common - The 6th Sense Lyrics
The revolution will not be televisedThe revolution is hereYeah, its common sense, with dj premierWe gonna help yall see clearIts real hip-hop music, from the soul, yallYeah, check it, yoThe perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levelsIts unseen or heard, a king with wordsCant knock the hustle, but Ive seen street dreams deferredDark spots in my mind where the scene occuredSome say Im too deep, Im in too deep to sleepThrough me, muhammed will forever speakGreet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapesWhere a man is determined by how much a man makeCop cognacs and spit old raps with young catsWith cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appearUnder the fubu is a guru, thats untappedWant to be in the rap race but aint ran one lapRan so far from the streets that you cant come backYou tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot thatChorus: (scratched by dj premier with variations):this is rap for real, something you feeland you know, yes you knowrap for the black peopleheeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyyIn front of two-inch glass and arabs I order friesInspiration when I write, I see my daughters eyesIm the truth, across the table from corporate liesImmortilized by the realness I bring to itIf revolution had a movie Id be theme musicMy music, you either fight, *****, or dream to itMy life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through itThrough my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to itId be lying if I said I didnt want millionsMore than money saved, I wanna save childrenDealing with alcoholism and afrocentricityA complex man drawn off of simplicityReality is frisking meThis industry will make you lose intensityThe common sense in me remembers the basementIm morpheus in this hip-hop matrix, exposing fake shitChorusSomedays I take the l to gel with the real worldGot on at 87th, stopped by this little girlShe recited raps, I forgot where they was fromIn em, she was saying how she made brothers cumI start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affectedHow many dead folks this art resurrectedHow many nations this culture connectedWho am I to judge ones perspective?Though some of that shit yall pop true it, I aint relatingIf I dont like it, I dont like it, that dont mean that Im hatingI just want to innovate and stimulate mindsTravel the world and penetrate the timesEscape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdomRaps are smoke signals letting the streets know Im with emFor now I appreciate this moment in timeBall players and actors be knowing my rhymes, its likeChorus til fade
